In Which Castiel Gets a Pain in the Neck, 1/2sparseparsleyNovember 8 2009, 05:29:32 UTC
IT'S NOT LULZY! I'M SORRY! But it's still kind of a thank you for the fifty thousand prompt answers you've already posted here, you crazy h0r.
I was going to do the Lady and the Tramp one but then I saw memphis86's icon and OHMYGOD Sam and Cas fit together like tetris blocks. LOOKIT.
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"Seriously? This doesn't bug you?"
Sam is standing a few inches away from Castiel, practically looming above him.
"It's an uncomfortable position for my neck, but it doesn't bother me beyond that, no."
The first part is true, Castiel has to crane his neck to look up at Sam. Sam figures it would probably bother him more to not be able to have eye contact, though. Cas really has a thing for that.
They've been trying to teach Cas about his 'personal bubble' lately. Dean had insisted after he caught some girl with her hands in Cas' pockets. Cas said she claimed her hands were cold, but the fact that she used his pants pockets marked that as a large pile of bullshit.
So, clearly Cas needs to learn where his Zone of Uncomfort is, except Sam is starting to think he maybe doesn't have one. They had started in the 'horrible body odor' zone then moved on to the 'bad breath' zone. After that was the 'close talker', Castiel's favorite. Dean officially tapped out on that one, saying he'd need a whole lot more liquor before he went cheek to cheek with the angel.
So here they are, alone in a hotel room together. Very together.
"You don't feel threatened or anything? I'm like a head taller than you."
Cas tilts his head to the other side, regarding Sam with some puzzlement.
"Our relative size has very little to do with our comparative power. Even in a diminished state, I'm much stronger than you."
Yeah, him and every other weird, inhuman thing they've ever come across. Some days Sam thinks all his height is good for is seeing trouble coming a split second earlier than everyone else. It's just more time to panic.
Speaking of panic...
"Look, I can't even get any closer without touching you. This should bother you."
"Why? You won't hurt me."
If he even could.
"Yeah, but something else could. Something in disguise. Or just, even regular human people are going to know something's up with you if you don't react."
Cas tilts his head. Again. If they sped up time he'd look like a bobble head doll.
“How should I react?”
“Just.” Sam sets his hands on the angel's shoulders. Wow, they look big. “If a stranger puts their hands on you like this, you should push them away, or back off or something”
Sam waits. Cas stands still under his hands, looking faintly curious. Sam waits some more. “Well?”
“You're not a stranger.”
“We're pretending. Look.” There's really only one more step now, so Sam bites the bullet and slides his hands all the way around Cas, long arms crossing behind his shoulders. He keeps his head up and eyes forward as he pulls the other man against him. Cas is stiff, but just angel stiff, not nervous stiff. “This? This is too close.”
I was going to do the Lady and the Tramp one but then I saw memphis86's icon and OHMYGOD Sam and Cas fit together like tetris blocks. LOOKIT.
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"Seriously? This doesn't bug you?"
Sam is standing a few inches away from Castiel, practically looming above him.
"It's an uncomfortable position for my neck, but it doesn't bother me beyond that, no."
The first part is true, Castiel has to crane his neck to look up at Sam. Sam figures it would probably bother him more to not be able to have eye contact, though. Cas really has a thing for that.
They've been trying to teach Cas about his 'personal bubble' lately. Dean had insisted after he caught some girl with her hands in Cas' pockets. Cas said she claimed her hands were cold, but the fact that she used his pants pockets marked that as a large pile of bullshit.
So, clearly Cas needs to learn where his Zone of Uncomfort is, except Sam is starting to think he maybe doesn't have one. They had started in the 'horrible body odor' zone then moved on to the 'bad breath' zone. After that was the 'close talker', Castiel's favorite. Dean officially tapped out on that one, saying he'd need a whole lot more liquor before he went cheek to cheek with the angel.
So here they are, alone in a hotel room together. Very together.
"You don't feel threatened or anything? I'm like a head taller than you."
Cas tilts his head to the other side, regarding Sam with some puzzlement.
"Our relative size has very little to do with our comparative power. Even in a diminished state, I'm much stronger than you."
Yeah, him and every other weird, inhuman thing they've ever come across. Some days Sam thinks all his height is good for is seeing trouble coming a split second earlier than everyone else. It's just more time to panic.
Speaking of panic...
"Look, I can't even get any closer without touching you. This should bother you."
"Why? You won't hurt me."
If he even could.
"Yeah, but something else could. Something in disguise. Or just, even regular human people are going to know something's up with you if you don't react."
Cas tilts his head. Again. If they sped up time he'd look like a bobble head doll.
“How should I react?”
“Just.” Sam sets his hands on the angel's shoulders. Wow, they look big. “If a stranger puts their hands on you like this, you should push them away, or back off or something”
Sam waits. Cas stands still under his hands, looking faintly curious. Sam waits some more. “Well?”
“You're not a stranger.”
“We're pretending. Look.” There's really only one more step now, so Sam bites the bullet and slides his hands all the way around Cas, long arms crossing behind his shoulders. He keeps his head up and eyes forward as he pulls the other man against him. Cas is stiff, but just angel stiff, not nervous stiff. “This? This is too close.”
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